233. Memories (Page 1/1)

"Yes. Pastoral reflexively obeyed, pushed away the chair and walked onto the stone path, only to realize that Jiang Li and Zhang Jisheng were gone. He vigorously recalled "How long did you lose your mind just now?", kept thinking, kept thinking, walked to the door, and saw Zhang Jisheng pouring wine for Jiang Li, his technique was very skillful, his posture was very elegant, and his charm was very restrained, so that women could not refuse his concern, so Jiang Li pinched the goblet and hugged his chest to listen to Zhang Jisheng's chatter:

"Li Dusk can't change the dog to eat, when you were captured by the Faun, he cheated on your roommate; I have been unclear with a few first-line artists in the past few years; just now at the dinner table, I had to snatch the beautiful adjutant who loves and seeks people's families. I really feel sorry for you, how have you survived all these years...... Are you really as guarded as he says you are......"

Madrigal wanted to vomit again. He was like a sodium metal put into water, and he had a fierce resistance to his surroundings, and even the noble and beautiful river glass made him unable to look directly. However, he obviously rejected Jiang Li so much, but there was a strange memory churning in his mind, and he was very sure that he heard Jiang Li's indulgent wheezing:

"You...... You can only get my body...... Never get ...... Can't get ......"

"Glass ...... You liar......"

The dialogue between men and women sounded in his head, which made the pastoral song have a splitting headache and the world spinning. A new memory broke through the ground, and Pastoral felt like a floor brick, unable to suppress the green seedlings arching out of the ground, and was slowly overturned by the new memory......

With a "poof", Pastoral Ge didn't stand firm holding on to the bar, knocking over two high stools, like a drunk man falling to the ground. His ears were buzzing, and he could vaguely hear Jiang Li shouting "Pastoral!", but he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest. Zheng Xuan rushed in, picked up Mu Ge strongly, and shouted to Jiang Li: "He is overdrawn." While holding the madrigal and rushing to the horse farm, skillfully untied his armor, took a sip of Jinxi wine and sprayed it on the madrigal's chest hair, squirting him awake, holding him with his right arm, and changing gestures with his left arm, condensing a healing halo, and transporting the surging blue silk into the madrigal's body.

The swept blue silk instantly washed the madrigal's mind and made him conscious. Pastoral Song was pulled ashore like a drowning man, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped, grabbed Zheng Xuan's arm tightly, and rolled his eyes twice before muttering, "You...... You also have ......"

"Blue silk represents reason and can consolidate manifest consciousness. Your frozen memories have awakened prematurely. The god of war frowned and looked at Madrigal, "Drive Jiang Li out of your mind, you can't control her at the moment." ”

"Why did you command me to comfort her......" Pastoral became verbose because of her confusion.

"Because I'm looking for a coordinate. Zheng Xuan helped him to his feet.

"Did you succeed?"

"I found my way, but it wasn't clear. Zheng Xuan said, "In your recovery memory, is there a treasure map?"

"Nope. Pastoral wanted to tell Zheng Xuan from the bottom of his heart that he only had a charming fragment of Jiang Li in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Zheng Xuan would cut him with a knife. According to the character of the madrigal, it is impossible to have any illusions about Jiang Li, and he himself does not know where those memory fragments come from.

Zheng Xuan stared down at the dirt, frowning and biting the corners of his lip, showing a hesitant expression for the first time, as if he was weighing the choice between "treasure" and "awakening".

"If you are allowed to bear the impact of your subconscious mind again, can you guarantee that you will not faint?" Zheng Xuan really wanted to try again.

"What the hell is going on? I ...... I don't know what's going on......" Madrigal was really confused. He was at a loss. He was scared of the state just now, and he knew very well that it was not the heartbeat of love.

"You approach Jiang Li, and let the subconscious mind hit your conscious mind again. You'll get more memory fragments, and you'll have to sift through them to find the coordinates of the star map, or the treasure clues, or some kind of puzzle, any information, as long as it can lead to the location of the treasure!" Zheng Xuan clamped Madrigal's wrist, so painful that Madrigal couldn't struggle, and pressed Madrigal's chest, kept entering Blue Aya, forcing Madrigal to stay awake, and then ordered forcefully: "Remember? Can you do it?"

"Yes!" Madrigal replied categorically, holding back the pain. He made three things clear, one was that Zheng Xuan knew something he didn't know, the second was that Jiang Li would cause him to remember more things, and the third was that he wanted to use Jiang Li to recall the treasure coordinates.

This coordinate is likely to hint at the location of the dimensional treasure of the Faun. Madrigal couldn't be sure how much Zheng Xuan knew for the time being, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the treasure himself, and he was already eager to try. He also wanted to try a few more times to figure out what was going on.

Zheng Xuan's voice floated in his ears: "Very good, let's go back as if nothing happened, if you can't resist the impact of your subconscious, I will round the field for you......"

Muge suspected that Zheng Xuan had deliberately brought him to see Jiang Li when he was overdrawn. Even if he hadn't been overdrawn by cultivating high-level martial arts, Zheng Xuan would have found a way to torture him to the point of exhaustion and then bring him to meet Jiang Li—because Zheng Xuan really wanted to get his subconscious "treasure coordinates".

It so happened that this "treasure coordinates", Madrigal wanted more.

Li Zi sat where she was, remaining proudly reserved. Instead, Dieyi hurried over, dipped a wet towel to wipe the sweat off Mu Ge's forehead, grabbed his arm and asked, "Are you too tired?"

I'm tired all the time. Madrigal thought. He gently pushed away the butterfly clothes and walked towards Jiang Li in the garden with a clear goal.

Zhang Jisheng was like kraft candy pestering Jiang Li, inseparable from her, as if he would not let go of this beauty's exhaustion and the peerless opportunity to enter without any matter what. Jiang Li was unwilling to give him a chance, and it was inconvenient to snub the guests, so he half-pushed and half-chatted with him on the spot. This image was projected into the madrigal's retina, causing an uproar in his subconscious, and surging memory fragments rushed into the madrigal's mind:

The gate valve fleet fell apart in the dark galaxy.

"Zhang", "Wu", "Shi", "Zhao"...... Fragments of battleships painted with surnames turned into high-speed flying space junk.

An invincible tyrant declares that "the sun belongs to all".

Beautiful senators are thrown into huge beds, negotiators sign the word of surrender, invisible fleets sail to tranquil harbors, marriages twist in desire, rise and fall subvert in infatuation, peace treaties burn in betrayal, a beautiful phoenix rises to the top, a heroic soul killed in battle falls to the Yellow Spring, an astonishing treasure is lost, and a poor baby raises its head......

The tsunami of the subconscious mind, turning into a furious face, swept through the cerebral cortex of the madrigal, roaring a repetitive word: "Jiang Li!" At the same time, countless fragments of landscape photos swept through the madrigal's brain like a tornado, making him remember the desolate hills, the rising sun, the gray blizzard, and the bloody horizon, which formed a familiar planet name - the origin of the rebels, Li Xingxing!

"Jiang Li!" Pastoral Song's dilated pupils trembled violently, and when he was dominated by his subconscious, he couldn't help but roar out these two words.

Jiang Li and Zhang Jisheng turned their heads at the same time and looked at the pastoral song in dismay.

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